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One of the strange things about the constant swirl of advice our consumer culture (and I include preaching as part of that because “consumer culture” refers to the mindset of the audience) is that it almost always sounds as if it’s meant for everyone. And from inside our own heads, that seems sort of right, because “if I feel this way (whatever it is), don’t you feel that way, too?” Many disagreements turn on the way you should think and feel about a thing, because the way I think and feel about it is closer to truth, reality, or both.

Unless, of course, you are thoroughly postmodern, believing in neither.

Yesterday, I spent a good part of the day reminding myself how different we all are. The construction of characters in a story is a wake-up call, challenging the story-teller to consider again just how far removed we can be from each other. The Myers-Briggs folks, the Taylor-Johnson folks, the MRA folks, and lots of other researchers like them, have studied and plotted and tracked and categorized various personality traits and types, all in hopes of helping us deal with each other more effectively. The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) was my major focus yesterday, in hopes of gathering a bit more insight into the various characters of “Lost Cause”, my current writing project exploring the life and mind of an ambitious Southern Civil War Reenactor. And while I have no intention of writing these characters according to exact MBTI types, it reminded me in a big way that the lives inside most people’s minds are really not like mine at all.

Duh.

The question really is: is that okay?

I’m treading into banality now, but still. If it is okay that we’re so different, then why do we spend so much time trying to get other folks to think like we do? (My INFP world is pretty idealistic–why isn’t yours? And if you automatically roll your eyes, maybe it’s not as okay to think differently as you thought.) Why do we not spend far more time listening and probing in order to understand those around us? It has always seemed to me (here I go selling you on my way of seeing things) that part of the Christian call of hospitality has been to create room–physically, conversationally, spiritually, emotionally–for people to trot out their way of being.

How does that work, you ask? Well, I guess that would depend on how you go about your life. In other words, maybe I can speak pretty clearly to the INFP’s of the world (that’s Myers-Briggs-speak for those of us who “prefer” introverted feeling and extroverted intution as primary and secondary ways of dealing with the world—aren’t you glad you asked?), but what about you ENFJ’s? An ENFJ way of extending hospitality might look pretty different than it would coming from an INFP. But then, when Christ says to give up your life, I assume he’s talking to ISTJs and ENFPs alike.

But so many of our questions revolve around “how.” How do we actually follow the command to love? To give? To die to self? What does the map to Christ-likeness look like? Here’s where it’s gets interesting. It’s that whole “gifts differing” thing that Paul went after talking to the Corinthians. But it’s not only in the gifts that are manifested in our exterior worlds, in our “incarnating.” It’s really about the life of the mind and the heart. We see and process and think and filter differently.

And yet, action follows. A caress lands on skin, and a blow lands on bone. Words enter spirits via the hearing apparatus of the ear and the seeing apparatus of the eye. However life is going on inside our heads, it will out. In the interaction of body to body, word to word, and touch to touch, our varying ways of seeing the world and acting therein will meet. And in those meetings, there will be creation and destruction, love and hate, encouragement and curt criticism. We’ll dance and we’ll fight, adding life and taking life to and from each other.

Whatever you prefer along the lines of sensing or intuition, thinking or feeling, and judging or perceiving, the dance and the fight and creating and destroying are going to be the result of your life (interior and exterior) moving into the real-scape of humanity. And it seems to me (selling you again), to recognize and celebrate the fact that creation and humanity is built this way by design is to pave the way for more understanding than we lived in yesterday.

I’ll stop there. Yes, I know…there are issues in the discussion of brilliantly designed differences and the differences of action that get identified as sin, and those are beyond what I’m willing to tackle this morning. But historically, I’ve always leaned toward a Greek way of thinking, that we’re far more alike than we’re different. I still hold to that, mostly because the great stories speak so deeply to so many.

The great mystery is the unity within the diversity, holding them together in the tension.

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Leaving Ruin

Loreen is her name--the old woman in the angel costume who accosts Cyrus Manning near the dance floor of the Down Under. A gift is coming, she tells him. "The gift to die for." For Eleven years Cyrus has pastored First Church of Ruin, a small city deep in the barrens of West Texas. He has come upon hard times. His congregation doesn't want him anymore, and he is questioning not only his call but his very identity. And God is quiet. In this richly textured novel, Jeff Berryman enters the world of the small town congregation, revealing its natural wonders, its natural cruelties, and, here and there, breathtaking moments of unnatural grace.

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